Hood Boy (Radio Edit) - Fantasia/Big Boi

Yeah

Ya gotta understand what I'm talking about

I'm talking about on this one

Sexy

Sexy as hell to me

Yeah

Love

Love

So let me tell ya 'bout a player I know

6 foot 4

225

He's all the way live

See where I come from

We like 'em like that

He don't talk smack

He just twist caps off

See that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'

And let the girl like me understand it umm

And the ones that ain't

They still gotta have it

They don't know why

But they chained to

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty

We don't like them there

Need something realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Go on say

Love

Love

He knows how to treat a lady

But he won't let you get too rowdy

He stands up for himself

That's what I like most about him

He's all I see and all I need

And all that I want

And all that I'm used to

I swear that my man's the truth

I said I swear that my man's the truth

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty

We don't like them there

Need something realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Go on say

Love

Love

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty

We don't like them there

Need something realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Love

Yeah yeah yeah

Love

Yeah yeah yeah

B A double D

Why say bye

Been fly

Ever since a ni**a started sayin' bye

That's right stand by

'Cause we about to take flight

Not a 747

But the music and the mic

Rophone

Phone home

If you want someone waiting baby

Go on home

Don't wanna jeapordize your safety

Maybe later

We shake the haters and gets busy

You say you wanna do same thing

Then get wit' me

If not then hit me

I know you know the history

Last ni**a ridin' round lookin' real crispy

Ridin' round town top down

On the grizzy

Grind all the time to stay hot

Or either sizzlin'

I thought I told ya niggas

We run stop signs

'Cause we don't stop

Till the cops come knockin'

For two block signs

Not mine

Toine gone right

Like sunshine and cold north through summertime

Now bow down

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty

We don't like them there

Need something realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Love

Yeah yeah

Love

Hey hey shortie wanna rock with you

Shortie wanna rock with you

Wanna bop with you

I wanna ride with you